All Is Echo, All Is Breath Poem by Mystic Qalandar

I dwell not upon the darkened sky—
I drift upon a white cloud,
through the quiet blue,
where the air tastes of saffron and snow,
and every heartbeat below
blossoms into a star
that spells our secret name.

Bestowed ever-deeper knowing,
ever-riper wisdom,
ever-widening awakening,
ever-gathering light—
beneath His gracious canopy
I climb the mountain of becoming.
He shields me from the avalanches
of my own unveiling,
and walks beside me
through the labyrinth of life.

Each dawn, my heart unfolds
as I read the pages I once wrote
beneath the shaded Chinars
that cooled both heart and soul.
Now I move as the morning breeze—
musk-laden, snow-cool,
gliding over horizons divine.

One ray of Alif unfurls—
a thousand letters,
a thousand tongues chanting
one hidden note.

For we are but a single thread
weaving the many textures,
the colors and patterns
of the living robe of existence.

Listen—
the sea of being
asks no creed;
it only calls your name
until it grows vast and clear,
so that the seekers of truth
may at last proclaim:

All is One,
and One is all.
All is echo, all is breath—
return to the silence within,
where the universe whispers your name,
and you remain—whole.


—November,4,2025